*Cheers M’dears!*
'Twas the night
before christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not
even a mouse.
Hrrumph, like hell.
It was
Christmas Eve. Paul was six years old and Lou was four. Their dad and I had
been up till well gone midnight with last minute wrapping, hanging stockings,
preparing the sherry, mince pie and carrot for Father Christmas and Rudolf, doing
everything that all good parents do at such times. We even hung ourselves out
of the window (we lived over the Co-op at the time), shaking some sleigh bells!
Hah, and it worked because next day My No1 Son Paul was still in a state of
shock having heard Father Christmas arrive. Aaah. Anyway, finally it was bedtime and off dad and
I went, absolutely shattered and hoping the kids wouldn't wake until after six.
It hadn’t seemed five
minutes had gone when I was woken up by the rustle of paper and in my groggy
state realised Paul had started to unwrap his presents. Oh well, nothing for it
but to get up so I woke dad and sleeping Lou.
*~*Yaye, It’s
CHRISTMAS!*~*
*Happy Christmas
everyone*
*~Lalalalalalalala~*
It didn’t take long
before Paul and Lou had opened all their presents. We ooh’d and aah’d. We ate our
traditional christmas breakfast of boiled eggs and soldiers – have to start the
day with something decent in our tums - then we dressed in all our Christmas
finery. Ooh’d and aah’d again ............
and waited...................
..........and waited.....................
............and waited.
We kept checking for
life outside but the village seemed determined to stay asleep. What is wrong
with these parents? Get up with your kids and play, it’s Christmas for crying
out loud! Miserable gits.
Not having a clock in
the house, dad switched on the radio. It wasn't long before the time was
announced.
2 o’bloodyclock!
So we undressed and
went back to bed.
And no, we didn’t
have another breakfast.
Then there was the
year when No.1 Son Paul……………..oh let’s leave that for another time J
*HAPPY
* CHRISTMAS* *EVERYONE!*
All are welcome to join us for a slice of
Christmas cheer and a very merry cocktail at TURNER TOWERS.
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